The old monkey pointed to the title list on the stage and said: "If you look carefully, it is the strength of the two sides on the board. One person must be strong and the other person is weak!"

"Yeah~!" Su Junheng saw the opponent Lei Jingrong under his name and nodded. This name is not outstanding among the outer disciples, and Su Junheng had never even heard of it.

However, none of Zhao Yanting, Fang Lei, Xiao Ran, Wu Kuangge, Yang Chongwu, Ye Xiu and other people with profound cultivation skills had a strong fight in the first duel.

Su Junheng was quick-minded and guessed some clues!

The old monkey said: "This is to avoid the strong meeting too early. For example, Brother Su, you and Zhao Yanting are strong enough to directly compete with the top three, but unfortunately they will face each other in the first game. In this way, in the first game, those who were originally capable of competing for the top three will not be able to reach the quarterfinals in the first game, but the rest will be successfully promoted because of their luck!"

Su Junheng said: "So, wouldn't I have to wait until the last few games before I meet Zhao Yanting?"

The old monkey shook his head and said, "This may not be necessary. The secret operation was to eliminate 16 weak people in the first game. The rest were all elites of the sect. Only then did the elders draw lots to sort them. Although many people secretly dissatisfied with this, the Ling Xiu Peak Sect was strict and no one dared to object!"

Su Junheng suddenly realized: "No wonder the elders were so confident that they had to compete for 48 games in one day. Such a huge difference in strength would naturally take a very short time!"

"Yes, the rules of the game will be lost as long as you fall off the table, and you will lose if you fall to the ground!"

The old monkey sighed a long time, reached out to pat Guan Wenhao beside him and said, "Just like this kid, I met Zhao Yanting in the first game. When I go to the stage later, I must have been kicked off!"

"Go and go! You crow's mouth, you were kicked off the stage!"

Guan Wenhao also saw the sorting on the stage, and was depressed and said angrily: "Why are you talking about me!"

The old monkey said, "You are the most in-depth here. I won't tell you who are you talking about?"

Guan Wenhao said angrily: "Where is Hu Yuan and you, in the last session of martial arts, didn't you let Senior Brother Ye Xiu kick him off?"

"Then~ Can that be the same?" The old monkey looked embarrassed.

"Why is it different?" Guan Wenhao said coldly.

The old monkey said anxiously: "I~ I got out of office by myself, okay?"

"Hehe!" Guan Wenhao smiled and said, "Then you are not as good as me. They came down before they kicked you, and they dared to talk about me!!"

The old monkey was so angry that his face turned red, and he shook his head and said, "So you young people are restless and unaware of the current affairs. Ye Xiu's cultivation is already at the peak of the Yuqing Realm. I'll get off the stage by myself, it's better than being unable to afford to fall to the ground, right?"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed out loud!

After speaking, Qi Longxuan's speech on the stage was coming to an end. After hearing a clanging gong, Qi Longxuan said: "Since everyone already knows the rules of the game, the martial arts competition has officially begun. In the first game, Fang Lei will play against Zhong Zitao!"

After a burst of warm applause, the two outer disciples jumped gently and landed in the field at the same time. One of them was Fang Lei, who was known as the number one outer disciple. Of course, this name was before Su Junheng joined the Spiritual Cultivation Peak. Since Su Junheng abolished Lu Ming, the outer disciples have begun to be rearranged once, but even so, Fang Lei's name is still very loud!

This duel with huge strength was indeed not obvious. In less than five moves, Zhong Zitao was beaten off the stage by Fang Lei, and several consecutive games ended at an extremely fast speed.

Su Junheng participated in a battle for the first time and had no practical experience. Instead, he took it seriously. He kept thinking about every move on the battle stage and learned a lot!

"In the next game, Su Junheng plays against Lei Jingrong!"

The crowd moved and gave way out one after another. Su Junheng drew out the long sword from his waist and gently picked it on the ground. He took advantage of the opportunity to jump on the battle stage and landed in the field with ease. His skills of controlling the air were clean and neat, and a burst of shouts broke out in the field!

A trace of contempt flashed in Zhao Yanting's eyes: "I thought I could go to the stage with my sword for three months of hard work, but it seems that it's just a matter of Er!"

Lei Jingrong's cultivation level was obviously not as good as being able to control his power with energy. He walked to the near-the-sports ring and then jumped up. Although the gap in cultivation level was large, the weapons of the two were the same. They were all mortal iron picked up from the Tibetan Pavilion, with turbid color and sparse material.

The two bowed each other, and Lei Jingrong took the lead in making a move. The sword swung around mid-air, causing the whistling wind to sound. Suddenly, a thin layer of silver-white energy was seen on the outer edge of the sword. The sword blade vibrated rapidly, and a whistling sound was made. The sword momentum flipped and slashed towards Su Junheng!!

Su Junheng's eyes sterned. The length of the savage power produced by Lei Jingrong could reach the tip of the sword. This cultivation level was not weak among the outer disciples. He dared not be negligent at the moment. The long sword in his hand came out of his body and cut a cloud of anger. He heard a clanging sound, and a blue sword energy came out through the blade, facing Lei Jingrong's sword move.

The Qingbai sword energy hit the air hard. Before Lei Jingrong's sharp sword aura could reach numbness when he felt his mouth numb. He was shocked for more than ten steps and almost landed in the audience!

The difference between the long and short gangs was fully revealed at this moment. Lei Jingrong didn't even have the chance to get close to him, and a burst of cheers came from the offense.

Lei Jingrong snorted coldly, and the sword trembled. After a continuous sound, the sword blade was divided into three under the violent shock. This move was one move, three transformations, and the "three-point sword" was the famous "Three-point Sword" of Ling Xiu Peak.

Su Junheng showed his eyes and took five steps back, raised his sword to the sky, instigating the wind and clouds. With the blessing of the magic trick, in the blink of an eye, the blue power surged more than ten times, forming a giant slash to the sky, accompanied by a dragon roar.

"Returning Dragon Slash!"

Next to the high platform, Xu Zhiqian lost his voice. More than a dozen elders stood up from their seats at the same time, and their faces changed drastically.

This "Huilongzha" was created by Xu Zhenjun, the founder of the Lingxiu Peak Sect, back then. Its moves are strange and mysterious. Only inner disciples have always had the authentic Dharma Sword practice. Although the Dharma Sword has been left in the outer sect for hundreds of years, they can use ordinary soldiers to slash such a pure Huilongzha.

Looking at the entire spiritual cultivation peak, there are only a few hundred people, including the inner disciples, but this powerful move was actually made by an outer disciple.

Lei Jingrong's face changed drastically. Under the stance, how could he dare to shake it? At a critical moment, he flipped his moves in the air, turned attack into defense, and blocked his sword in front of him!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

With the powerful blow of Ben Ran, Lei Jingrong could not resist this arrogant move. He knelt on the ground, his bones shattered, and he heard a loud bang, and even the stone slabs on the ground were sunk!

Everyone was stunned. The person in front of him had only been practicing Taoism for half a year and had such a level. How terrifying qualifications are there to achieve it?

You know, the Battle Platform has passed more than a dozen elders at the same time, and with the power of great magical powers, they have added the secret method of access control, which is enough to withstand the full attack of ordinary Yuqing Realm cultivators. They are actually shattered by Su Junheng's move.

Of course, Su Junheng could not feel their shock at all, because he did not know that the Sanqing file he had on him was a handwritten copy of the founder of the Lingxiu Peak School. It even recorded many mysterious magic tricks that had been lost. The move Su Junheng took out casually was just a very superficial move inside!

"Su Junheng won this battle!"

Qi Longxuan showed a satisfied smile on his face and looked at Su Junheng!

"Wow!!!"

The whole audience burst into screams, and the winner was decided within two moves. Judging from the current situation of more than a dozen matches, the end of this game is the shortest and the most shocking one!

"In the next game, Zhao Yanting will play against Guan Wenhao!"

Following Su Junheng, this suspenseless battle also took place. When Qi Longxuan read Zhao Yanting's name, Su Junheng paused for a moment because he noticed a trace of murderous aura.

He slowly looked up and looked towards Zhao Yanting. At this time, Zhao Yanting was also looking here. The two of them were in the air. Su Junheng suddenly felt a shock in his heart and felt a subtle sense of crisis!

Zhao Yanting smiled coldly, his clothes swayed, and his whole body jumped several feet into the air. A fiery red stegosaurus rushed out from behind, spinning several times in the air, sliding under his feet, and slowly landing on the battle stage!

"Sword-controlling technique!"

All the outer disciples were fascinated. After more than a dozen battles, this was the first time that someone could go on stage with a sword. This was much more majestic than those outer disciples who jumped up like monkeys.

Su Junheng's face was dark and he was worried in his heart. When he passed by Guan Wenhao, he suddenly stopped: "Senior Brother Guan!"

"Senior Brother Su?" Guan Wenhao was nervous. When he heard Su Junheng suddenly call him, he was stunned for a moment!

Su Junheng patted his shoulder and said in a low but solemn manner: "If you can't beat him, just admit defeat!"

Guan Wenhao bit his lip, obviously knowing his strength, but he shook his head and said, "This is my first time participating in the martial arts competition. Even if I lose, I will not admit defeat!"

Although Su Junheng has been demoted to an outer disciple, several of them are called senior brothers. Guan Wenhao likes to read and usually talks about the most topics with Su Junheng.

After the two have been together for so long, Su Junheng naturally knows Guan Wenhao's personality. As the saying goes, literati are proud, and scholars, who can be less arrogant?

Over the past few days, Su Junheng has heard from Yang Chongwu and others that Guan Wenhao was born in a small fishing village under the Lingxiu Peak Mountain. His family was relatively poor. His parents hoped that he would make a name for himself when he grew up and no longer do such a miserable job as a fisherman. The couple fled and fed for food. They sent Guan Wenhao into the academy at a very young age. Later, they raised a sum of money and used their relationship to make him worship the Lingxiu Peak.

Guan Wenhao is of average qualification, but he is diligent and hardworking. In twelve years, he has reached the third level of the Yuqing Realm. Not long ago, he was able to successfully transform into Changgang after receiving guidance from Su Junheng. This is already a great joy for him, who has a tough personality.
Chapter completed!